He would never do anything without your permission.

You lean against Neir's body. The rough contours of his body up against the smooth curves of your own fill you with a strange sense of relief.
This body has given you so many new sensations in the short time that you have had it.
Fear, weakness and now, comfort.

You run your hands up his thigh, tracing the solid lines of his muscle structure.
"I will do whatever you ask of me, my lady." He says, in a seductive tone that you have not heard from him in some time. Many years ago, you and Neir spent many a morning enjoying each others company in that certain special way. But recently, in the preparation for this most dangerous of missions, you have grown apart.
In the mirror, Neir is wrapping his arms around your waist.
"I have missed this... aspect of our relationship, I will admit." You say. "And this form is... alluring."
You grasp at Neir's wrist before he can delve below the waist.
"But... I must be careful." You say. You turn to face him. "I cannot allow myself to drown in the desires of this flesh. For a moment, I was willing to lie with Dran, for Ifrit's sake!"
Neir's lips curl in disgust.
"Yes, exactly!" You say. "I am not... unwilling to lie with you. In fact, I want nothing more. I just need to... ease into it."
"_I understand." He says to you.
He doesn't seem disappointed by this. More... worried.
"My lady, your bath is getting cold._"